O.C.
He has reached the limit. And then he was tied up in a straitjacket. A simple health check pointed in the direction of a behavioral disease called O.C. But what does it mean? Dr. Brightside will look into the case very closely. She has some doubts about an alleged misdiagnosis. He too. But deep down he knows that everything that happened was a big mistake. That the mistake was his own. However, we cannot judge it. At least until Frank's stolen memories brighten and shine in our imaginations. This is, without a doubt, a story about unconditional love. But keep in mind that not everything that talks about love ends with happily ever after.
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I’m not ready for a handshake with death... No. I'm just such a happy mess... Oh! – Pavlove
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